Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.